Tinder Story 1

I was never much into Tinder and online dating and casual sex. I used to be in a bad, abusive relationship with a man, and for years after I got out of that situation, I was solosexual. Basically, I just masturbated. That was my sex life. But as much as I love masturbation (and I really really do like it very much) I was starting to feel a little bit bored. I started to feel that I was ready for real sex again. It took time for me to heal but I was definitely getting there. I had sex dreams almost every night. One of my colleagues got tipsy with me in a bar one night and she started spilling the beans about her Tinder dates. It was fascinating. She had been on  many over the course of a few years, and some of her stories were hilarious, some were a bit weird and some were... pretty sexy! And of course, there I was, starting to feel like maybe I should try something like that. The next day, I installed Tinder, set up my profile and started swiping. After a couple of swipes, I landed on a particular man who immediately caught my attention. His eyes were bright green, matching his dirty blonde hair. But that wasn’t what sold me on him. What made me swipe right was the “I’m going to eat you up” face he had. Some men just have the “I know how to eat pussy” face and he was one of them. We matched. It wasn’t long before he sent me a message.  “Hey.” Hey? That’s it? I replied, “Hey what’s up?” Insert some small talk here - I'll leave it out, I don't want to bore you to death. They were just basic introductions. “I’m here just visiting... I leave tomorrow, but I would really like to meet you.” “Oh okay, cool. I’d like that. Where do you want to meet?” “I’m staying at the Radisson. They have a nice lounge here if you want to come over.” “Sure. Wait for me in the lounge at 9.” “Great. See you soon.”  And that was it. I had my first Tinder date set up. I was literally shaking with excitement. I didn't feel that we had had great chemistry in the short chat, but I wanted to meet the guy in real life to see what would happen. I walked into the lounge and saw him sitting at a table in the corner with a glass of wine. He looked up at me, smiled and got up from his seat to say hello. I could feel the sexual tension between us already. And the bonus was that he was even better looking in person. His eyes pierced right through me before I could even catch my breath. When he hugged me, his hands firmly grasped my lower back, his soft lips brushed the side of my cheek. I was already wet. We sat back down, and he ordered me a glass of wine. “So, you’re traveling for fun? Or..” “Yeah, basically. I came here with some friends, but they decided to hit the clubs tonight.” The waitress came to the table, placing a glass of red wine in front of me.  I took a sip of wine, “and you didn’t want to go out with them?” “Not after I saw your picture.” Pretty smooth line. I blushed, trying not to giggle. “Is that so?” “I wouldn’t lie to you,” he said, as he took a sip of wine. We looked at each other for a couple of seconds in silence. His eyes were telling me everything I needed to know. And, well, my eyes were giving him permission. “I would love to see your room,” I smiled. “I bet you have an amazing view there.” (I can't believe I said that.) “Oh, you’ll love it.” “Then what are we waiting for?” as I smiled devilishly. We got up from the table in unison. He walked over to me, and took my hand, leading me to his room. I could feel the heat between my legs rising up through my body. He started talking, but I wasn’t listening. My underwear was being squished in between my wet lips, my pussy tingling from horniness. He opened his hotel room, and I followed him inside. Is this how all Tinder dates go? I thought to myself as the door closed behind me. But that thought quickly ended as he turned around, grabbed my waist and pulled me into him. His lips, soft and wet, were kissing every inch of my neck as one hand passionately squeezed my body. There wasn’t an inch he didn’t cover and I didn’t want him to miss a spot. He flipped me around and pushed me against the wall, lifting my dress above my waist. Kissing his way down my back, he slowly got on his knees, rubbing, grabbing, and spanking my big ass. I could feel the tingling sensation getting stronger, my juice streaming down my inner thighs. His hands slide my underwear down to my ankles. He grabbed both cheeks as he spread them apart, his mouth dived right in - sucking, licking, and tonguing my asshole. My knees began to tremble, and for a moment, I thought I was going to collapse. He slid two fingers in my wet pussy, slowly going in and from there, I couldn’t control myself. “Holy fuck, you taste so good,” he said with a mouthful of ass. I moaned loudly as he went deeper and deeper inside of me. Oh my god, he’s going to make me cum, I thought. He stopped eating me and kissed one of my ass cheeks. “Get in the shower,” he said with a mouth dripping from my juices. I quickly took my dress and underwear off and went into the walk-in shower. He took off his shirt, revealing his muscular body. I had seen a decent amount of naked men, but his body was deliciously strong. I put the water on as he walked into the shower, staring at me like he hadn’t eaten in days. The water flowed down my body, dripping off each curve. He started to kiss my neck, making his way to my breasts. His tongue played with my hard nipples, as his firm hands gently grabbed them. “I want to eat you so bad,” he murmured. Slowly, he kissed his way down my body, with his mouth landing on my pussy. He licked my lips, before spreading them with his mouth. As his tongue pressed against my clit, I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and felt the water travel down me. “Oh my god,” I moaned out loud, grabbing onto the slippery shower walls. “Oh my god,” I screamed, my hands searching for support. Without looking, he grabbed my hand, placing it on his head. He continued to eat me savagely, my hands grabbed his hair as my body hunched forward from delight. “You’re going to make me cum,” I screamed out loud. In an instant, he stood up, grabbed my legs and lifted me onto him. My back pressed against the cold shower tiles, I felt his hard cock slide into me as I moaned. “Yessssss!” my pussy started squirting over and over again. “Don’t stop,” I begged. He kept going, as the veins in his arm started showing, my pussy juice continued to flow out onto the shower floor. He let out a moan, and replaced his cock with his fingers and then his mouth, diving right in, sucking up my juice. I jerked my head forward as my body contracted. “I’m going to cum,” I whispered, trying to contain myself. But there was no point now. He had hit the spot. In a second, I grabbed his head, letting out a long moan, my body twitching. He looked up, I could see him smiling. He pulled my body towards him, lifting my legs up on his shoulders. Sliding his dick inside of me, he closed his eyes, “Holy fuck, you’re so wet.” In slight shock, he opened his eyes and stared at me. I could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. His jaw dropped and eyes began to squint. Oh, he’s going to cum, I thought to myself. With a couple of thrusts, his body tensed as I felt his cock contract inside of me. He slowly collapsed on me, breathing heavily into my neck. “Well,” he said out of breath, “this is probably the best Tinder date I’ve ever had.” "Well, this is the first Tinder date I've ever had," I replied.  And inside my head, my brain went "but it won't be the last..."